A/N: Okay so maybe I have space for a bit more adding before school starts, how could you keep away from me anyway? Mwahahaha..

(TwystedFate): When we last left out..people, Zidler was about to launch into a song and dance routine and Chrissy-poo was about to..dance. So were everyone else. So let's watch. And laugh.

(Christian): Chrissy-poo? In all my days..

(TwystedFate): Just as Christian was about to complain to me Zidler came flying in from out of nowhere, knocking him over.

Christian stands and brushes his pants off, sulking

(Zidler, completely ignoring Christian): Like I said, it will be: Parole! Parole!

Look it's a casserole!

I can't describe this satellite dish!

You will be confuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuused!

(Duke): WHAT?

(Zidler): Returns are fixed at 6%!

You'll be confused, and eat a mint!

And on top, of your fee,

You'll be involved must drunkenly!

(Everyone minus Sugarbottom): So enticing the audience will gripe and moan!

So inviting they'll all call for a ride back home!

So enticing the audience will gripe and moan!

So inviting they'll all call for a ride back home!

(Company minus duke speaks randomly): Marmosets! Bohemians! Drug overlords! Schmanemians! Acrobats! Men juggling pears! Exotic pearls! Fire drinkers! Muscular men, contortionists! Eccentric danger within romance! Patio lights and greenery! All done with electricity!

So enticing the audience will gripe and moan!

So inviting they'll all call for a ride back home!

So enticing the audience will gripe and moan!

So inviting they'll all call for a ride back home!

Parole! Parole!

Look it's a casserole!

I can't describe this satellite dish!

You will be confused!

The hills are alive, with the sound of weeping!

So enticing the audience will gripe and moan!

So inviting they'll all call for a ride back home!

So enticing the audience will gripe and moan!

So inviting they'll all call for a ride back home!

(Christian, randomly): The courtesan and blackjack man

Are torn apart by a runaway van!

But in the end she gets his page!

And she uses his signal as a gauge!

(All): Where the hell did that come from?

(Christian): I have no idea.

(Duke): It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside!

(Toulouse): Here, have a gas-x.

(All minus Duke): Toulouse!

(Christian, again randomly): Blackjack dealer's secret trick!

Helps them flee the officer's nightstick!

Though the officer kicks and flails

It is all to no avail!

(Zidler): I am the evil parole officer! You will never get out!

Satine points at the door

Toulouse walks through the door

(Zidler): Whatever.

(All minus Duke): So enticing we'll make you have a stroke and die!

So inviting..

(Duke): And in the end, do we get pie?

The music comes to a screeching halt

(Satine, wiping the sweat off her forehead from the fast paced dance routine): Pie?

(Duke in a reasonable tone): Yes, pie.

Toulouse comes out of nowhere with a pie

He smashes it in the Duke's face

(Duke): It's so hot!

Satie and the Doctor push him outside while he's blinded.

Warner looks into the room, curious

(Satine): Look! It's Daddy Warbucks from Annie! Can I have your autograph?

Warner gives Satine an evil look before putting his arm around the Duke and leading him away

(Duke, screamed into the room): I'll buy Parole! Parole! As soon as I get this baked apple out of my hair!

An awkward silence ensues

Everyone cheers

(Toulouse): The Bohemian revolution is here!

(All): Wheeeeeeeeee!

(TwystedFate): Contented, the Bohos retire home and Christian returns to his garret to attempt to write. Satine sits in the elephant and swoons

(Satine): *swoon*

A/N: Okay. I am going to end. You can see Satine swoon some more on the next chapter I write. ::winks::